InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Reversal ❯ Wardrobe Malfunction ( Chapter 6 )

Reversal

 

Chapter Six: Wardrobe Malfunction

 

A/N: Thank you, kind reviewers! Sorry it took so long to update. Work has been crazy! And I've been scrambling to finish an original short so that I can finally submit it somewhere. If anyone is interested in updates, snippets of originals, or my inane ramblings…visit my el jay: w1nky is my username.

 

 

Kagome had Souta by the collar, pinning him with hard, golden stare. He was still grinning, but the smile was faltering and he began to squirm under her grasp.

 

“I'm only going to ask you one more time, bub. Are you going to tell mom?”

 

“I said I wouldn't! Sheesh!” Souta stumbled backwards as Kagome released him.

 

He returned to the computer chair, eyes fixed on the monitor, cheeks an interesting shade of red. Kagome slapped her hand over the image of a very busty American girl and narrowed her eyes at him.

 

“Just translate it, already,” she grouched.

 

“Am trying! Hard to concentrate. Speaking of mom, she got you some new clothes. You know…cause if you go outside dressed in that, everyone will think you're a freak. Is that Sesshomaru character going to take your math test?” Souta asked as he scribbled something on a pad of paper, eyes still fixed on the monitor.

 

Kagome sighed remembering her last conversation with the ice cream-loving demon lord. “I don't know. I haven't even seen him today. What kind of mood was he in?”

 

Souta shrugged. “I saw him come out of the bathroom. I said hi, but he ignored me. He didn't look very happy. Anyway, I don't see anything on this site about a green statue…wait…” He squinted and chewed his bottom lip. Souta clicked on a link, and a page without lots of boobs and g-strings appeared. “This says that the club's owner is a collector of occult stuff. There's a long list of all the things he has.”

 

Souta clicked another link and a statue of a naked woman with things coming out of her…area…popped up. Kagome threw her hands over the screen.

 

“That is definitely not it!” Kagome looked at her closed bedroom door anxiously. It would be just like Fate if her mother chose now to barge in.

He clicked another link. Kagome let out a cry of delight.

 

“That's it! That's the statue!” She did an impromptu dance of joy.

 

The door opened and she locked gazes with Sesshomaru. He was expressionless, but his displeasure was almost palatable, like a silent fart, she could almost smell it.

 

“Oh, there you are! Look! Souta found the statue!” Kagome grabbed him by the hand and pulled him to the computer. He eyed her warily for a moment and then looked at the monitor.

 

Sesshomaru's expression did not change, but his eyes widened a bit, and he reached a hand to touch the screen. “Yes, that is the very same statue.” He squared his shoulders and lifted his chin. “Well? What are we waiting for? Let us go retrieve it.”

 

“Are you serious? It is practically on the other side of the planet! Besides, you have to take that test for me tomorrow morning while I try to convince mother to buy me a couple plane tickets to Chicago.”

 

He just blinked at her. Then, very slowly, a thin line formed between his brows, and his mouth drew down into a bitter frown. “I am not taking that test.”

 

“What?” Kagome could not suppress the growl that rumbled in her chest. She felt her fingers tingle, and had to draw several, deep breaths to calm herself.

 

Then, much to her utter horror and shock, Sesshomaru pointed to his crotch. Souta began to giggle hysterically.

 

“Tampons.” That was the only word he said.

 

“You're on the rag?” Souta asked between guffaws, rudely pointing to Sesshomaru.

 

“Souta!” Kagome rapped him over the head with her knuckles, silencing his laughter. “And you!” She pointed at Sesshomaru, finger trembling. “Are you trying to ruin my life? Do you hate me that much? I told you yesterday that you could figure it out yourself. Why? You were being a jerk. Maybe next time, you'll think before you open your mouth and say insensitive things! I was only trying to make things better for you, be nice to you. And don't start on me about tampons! I've had to use them for two years now.” Kagome felt her whole body tremble as she remembered his callous words. She pointedly ignored the fact that he had apologized.

 

He did not even flinch during her tirade. “This Sesshomaru offered his apology. It is most certainly not my fault that you choose to chase after an idiot who will never return your affections. Truly, your lack of understanding of males is most amusing.”

 

Souta hastily got up from the chair, knocking over a pen caddy in his haste. “Um, see you later, Kagome.” He rushed to the door, and as he passed Sesshomaru, he put a hand on his shoulder. “You're dead meat,” he said and then ran to the door and shut it behind him.

 

She imagined herself exploding…literally. Lots and lots of little Sesshomaru pieces all over her room. She heard a funny, low moaning sound, only to realize a few seconds later that it was coming from her. Kagome opened her mouth to speak, but then snapped it shut with an audible click of sharp teeth.

 

His lips twisted into a cruel smirk. “Do my words anger you because they are false? Or do they anger you because you know they are true. Even I, who cares nothing for Inuyasha or you, can see how things are so very clearly. Why can't you?”

 

As suddenly as it had roared to life inside her, her rage lagged, leaving her feeling exhausted. Kagome sighed.

 

“Thing is, Sesshomaru…I do see it. I've seen it all along. I know Inuyasha doesn't…like me like THAT. I know he doesn't love me the way I love him. And you know what?” She began to smile. “It doesn't matter, so if you're saying those things to hurt my feelings, don't bother. Hard to break a heart that's already been broken…and it was broken by someone much better than you.”

 

She watched as the cold mask slipped away and confusion clouded his eyes. So sure of yourself, huh? She thought, her smile broadening.

 

“I do not understand. Why waste your time with such folly?”

 

“Why are you even asking, Sesshomaru? We both know you don't really care. And like I said, if you're doing this to hurt me, you should stop wasting your time. You can't.”

 

The mask slipped back on so quickly, Kagome wondered if she had even seen his confusion earlier, or if her eyes were playing tricks on her.

 

“My reasons are of no concern to you, and if it will stop your constant prattle, I will take this exam. And…what is a `plane ticket'?”

 

Kagome clapped her hands together, her bitterness and anger quickly forgotten. “Good! Thank you, Sesshomaru. A plane ticket is what we're going to need two of in order to get to Chicago, which is in America. A plane is a huge metal cylinder that flies very fast through the air, and you ride in it.”

 

He looked skeptical. “Very well. I can see no reason why your mother would deny you. Surely, she does not want her daughter to remain youkai.”

 

“Yeah, I know, but it is a lot of money. Anyway, don't worry about that, just worry about the test, because if you fail-“

 

Sesshomaru snorted. “Wench, I will not fail.”

 

“Fine, but I just want you to really focus. It may not be important to you, but it is to me.”

 

With a graceful lift of his shoulders, he shrugged, and then left the room.

 

 

#

 

Sesshomaru drew himself a bath, arms around his waist, teeth chattering. Damn, weak, human body, he thought miserably. The room was not even that cold, and here he stood, shivering. Before, he could have stood in knee-deep snow, naked as the day, and not even batted an eye. Pathetic.

 

With a sniff of disdain, he glanced at his discarded clothes. He was loath to put the filthy, indecent kimono back on, but when he had gone to the wench's room to ask for more clothes, he heard sniffling from behind the closed door. She was crying.

 

He had smiled in triumph, knowing that his words had indeed affected her. But the smile was quickly lost, and now he stood, staring at his toes (which were painted a hideous shade of bright pink), feeling a very odd emotion.

 

For a long while, he was not even certain what emotion it was. Then it dawned on him. He felt guilty. When he finally managed to rationalize the guilt away, he felt stupid.

 

The bitch was in possession of his body, where did the ridiculous idea to insult her come from? What if she just took off and left him as he was when she realized how superior her youkai and MALE body was. No tampons either, he thought, giving the little, white string a tug, his face twisted in disgust.

 

His breath hitched as a wave of crushing emotion swept over him. Sesshomaru blinked rapidly, blaming the onslaught of tears on his rampant female emotions and future shock. Despair, he mused, this is what it is like to lose all hope. He was certain the bitch would keep his body.

 

There was a soft knock on the door. Sesshomaru got in the tub, ducked down in the water, and scrubbed furiously at his face.

 

“You okay in there?” It was the wench.

 

The door cracked open and she poked her head in. He took note of her puffy eyes and red nose, lip curling in disgust. How he hated the way she made his face look.

 

“Just fine!” he snapped.

 

“You're lying. I smelled tears, and I must say, your sense of smell is just incredible. Sometimes, I think I can smell emotions! Which is…kinda weird, but cool none-the-less.”

 

He snorted. “Indeed. I merely had something in my eye, which caused it to tear. Your concern is not only not needed, but misplaced as well. Leave me be.”

 

The wench sighed. “There is no shame in crying, Sesshomaru. You must be pretty freaked out. I know I am.”

 

He put his chin on his drawn up knees. “Yes, this is most unpleasant.”

 

She did not speak for a while, but he heard her shift on her feet. Finally, she seemed to muster up the courage.

 

“I've been doing some thinking about what you said…and in a weird sort of way…I think you were almost complimenting me. So…I should be the one to apologize.”

 

He quirked a brow at her. “Compliment?”

 

She nodded. “Yeah. I don't know my worth, isn't that what you were trying to say? So, that implies that I have some. So, I'm sorry and thank you.”

 

Sesshomaru bit back a scathing reply, firmly reminding himself that insulting her was stupid and quite possibly dangerous. “Very well. This Sesshomaru apologizes for…for being so harsh.”

 

That seemed satisfactory to him. Surely, she would leave now.

 

He was wrong. The wench's eyes were shining with tears and she came to sit on the edge of the tub.

 

“Oh, but you were right! I am a fool! I'm a big dummy! Why do I keep wasting my time and hoping?”

 

Because, he thought, you're human? Instead, he said, “It is easier to hope. Giving up is painful.”

 

Kagome nodded. “Yeah, that must be it. Sometimes, I feel like I can't give up…which…isn't really healthy, is it?”

 

“I suppose not. However, being stubborn can have its advantages.” He was going to say something more since it seemed this conversation was going well, when the wench leaned very close to him and gave him a long sniff.

 

She jumped up and pointed a finger at him. “Ha! I knew it!”

 

Sesshomaru suddenly felt very awkward, and very naked.

 

“I smell fine! Not filthy, or bad! In fact, I think I smell nice. Men!” With that, she flounced out of the bathroom, leaving Sesshomaru questioning her sanity.

 

#

 

Sesshomaru did some more studying, ignored three perfectly reasonable questions, and then fell asleep at her desk, face buried in her textbook.

 

Kagome sat on the edge of her bed, winding a lock of pale hair around her claw tipped finger. She really wanted her body back. Wanted it back so bad it made her chest hurt. Inuyasha must be worried sick, she thought in a sudden rush of panic.

 

She had thought of going back and trying to rationally explain everything, but she somehow doubted Inuyasha would give her a chance. Especially not now. Kagome sighed.

 

First things first, she told herself, mouth thinning into a hard line. The test, then find a way to get plane tickets, get statue, ask it nicely to give us our bodies back, then back to the past. Kagome nodded as she mentally checked off each thing in her head. Yes, good plan. Plans were good.

 

Sesshomaru was snoring softly…and drooling on her book. Kagome stifled a giggle and approached him quietly. She scooped him up in her arms, marveling at how light her body felt and mentally making a note to tell Inuyasha to never complain about carrying her again. Gently, she laid Sesshomaru down on her bed and pulled the covers up to his chin.

 

She felt guilty suddenly. The whole tampon thing…it had been really mean of her to let him figure it out on his own…mean and stupid. She hoped he was treating her…girly bits appropriately. Terrible visions of filthiness and toxic shock syndrome made her sway on her feet.

 

Kagome suppressed the urge to bend down and give Sesshomaru's crotch a good, long sniff, and vowed to just make sure she told him to change the tampon regularly.

 

That is going to be an awkward conversation, she thought glumly.

 

#

 

When Sesshomaru woke as the horrible, screeching `alarm clock' sounded, he noticed that he was in the wench's bed and said wench was gone.

 

He fought the urge to panic, reasoning that the human body he was in did not like mornings at all, and decided to get dressed.

 

Sesshomaru eyed the wench's indecent kimono, and promptly decided he would not be wearing THAT. The very thought of human men ogling him in any way made him dizzy and ill.

 

Rummaging through the wench's wardrobe, he found a long skirt and a shirt with a high neck and long sleeves. He thought that those clothes were appropriate, and donned them.

 

Just as he was about to set out in search of the woman, the door to the bedroom opened and she walked in. Sesshomaru's entire body went rigid in horrific dismay.

 

The wretched bitch had clad his body in very short pants that did not even fall to the knees, and was currently without a shirt.

 

She was ignoring his horror, he decided. She gave him a bright smile.

 

“Good morning, Sesshomaru! Ready for the-“ Her voice trailed off and she gave him an appraising look, her eyes widening, her mouth dropping open. “What are you wearing?”

 

He raised his chin. “Something decent and proper…which is more than I can say for you. Tell me, wench, do you enjoy the sight of this Sesshomaru's naked flesh so much that you insist on parading about without much in the way of clothing?”

 

“What? No! It was just so hot last night and I wanted to be comfortable. But that's beside the point! You are not leaving this house looking like that!”

 

Sesshomaru stood and smoothed the long skirt. “Oh? And what is wrong with how I look?”

“My grandmother bought those, and they are…well, they are really hideous. Also…not my school uniform.” Kagome pointed to the indecent kimono he had discarded on the floor.

 

He snorted and crossed his arms over his chest. “I refuse to wear that and be ogled, or have people assume that I am some sort of woman with loose moral character.”

 

The wench pinched the bridge of her nose and took in a great, deep breath. “Okay. Fine. You win. I'll get dressed, and then we have to go.”

 

Sesshomaru nodded, giving her a rare half-smile. She did not seem to notice, but left the room in a tizzy. He was doing her a favor, really. Perhaps the girl did not have enough sense to know how very appealing her legs…

 

He groaned. Sesshomaru was certain he had not just thought that the bitch's legs were appealing. Because they were not. Neither were her breasts, her very perky breasts, or her very round bottom. No. Not in the slightest, not ever. In fact, he had never noticed. Not once.

 

After being gone for some time, the wench came back into the room.

 

Sesshomaru felt the earth pitch wildly under his feet, his breath leave his body in a single, great whoosh, and his stomach fill with ice water.

 

The horrid girl had painted his face. Her lips were bright red, and glossy. The cheeks were heavily rouged. She kept the very short pants on, but had, for some reason he could not begin to discern, painted bright red stars, the same shade as her lips, over his nipples. But that was not the worst of it.

 

His hair! She had pulled it back into a giant, pink bow. The bitch gave him a shit-eating grin, and spun around in a circle.

 

“Don't I just look adorable! I think I like what I've done with your nipples the best.”

 

Sesshomaru was trembling. “I see what this is. Revenge. Revenge for all the times I hurt your precious, disgusting hanyou. Revenge for trying to kill you. Truly, I had not thought you this sadistic.”

 

Impotent rage gnawed at his guts. He wanted desperately to tear her thrice-damned head off. Oh, and he would one day. He would spit down the stump of her neck when he was done too. But now…now he could do nothing.

 

His words had no effect on her what so ever. She was still smiling broadly, and now, much to his dismay, was dancing quite suggestively, swaying her hips, and shaking her posterior.

 

“Nope! Not revenge. Just fair play. You make me look stupid, I make you look stupid.”

 

She grabbed his hand, pulling him after her. Sesshomaru struggled in vain to escape. “Where are you taking me, madwoman?”

 

The wench grabbed him around his waist and threw him over one, bare shoulder. “Outside, silly!”

 

“What? Wait! No!”

 

She stopped walking. “Why, what's the matter? You don't like how I look?”

 

Sesshomaru let his body go limp. The bitch had won, beat him at his own game. He could not decide who was more pathetic, her for being a stupid human, or him for letting a stupid human trick him.

 

“I'll wear what you want me to, bitch.” He could barely speak.

 

Kagome sat him down, and patted his shoulder. Sesshomaru flinched, his small hands curling into fists. Weak fists that could do no real damage. He wished he could just blink out of existence, but Fate, as he had thought before, was indeed cruel…and hated him.

 

“That's the spirit, Sesshomaru. Better hurry and get changed! Don't want to be late for class!” She gave him a wink and bounded out of the room, but not before tossing that indecent white and green kimono at him.